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  • Cicadas

    Cicadas

      The salt marsh across the street from the park was overgrown today. Plush, shaggy and sodden. I decided to take a lap around while out walking in the rain. I was calling it a “mist” in my imagination, planning to use this word if anyone questioned my being out, but it was raining. I Read more

  • Samsara, Nirvana and Cosmic Mishegoss

    Samsara. I am not a scholar of eastern religions, but I know that samsara is the cycle of birth, death and rebirth. This is a cycle you want to complete so you can get out of here, this world of suffering. I want this completion. I want to use the rest of my time here Read more

  • A Ghost Story

    Before we lived here our house had grown wild. We do not know all the details. From what I understand, there was a span of time when no one lived here.  There had been some attempts at restoration, and some repairs made in the living room, first floor bedroom and bath. It was obvious, however, Read more

  • Grief Sandwich

    I have been watching “The Perfect Storm” today. I love to watch water and especially waves on film. I do not swim, and have not often been in the ocean, but looking at it makes me feel things that I know are eternal. Colder than cold, bigger than the biggest things. I am crying as Read more

  • Freedom and Trepidation

    It feels like this: You have been living in a wire cage for months. You have a bowl of food and a bottle of water, which seem to replenish themselves, and a decent bed. You can see through the bars, contemplating the things outside. Thinking of all the things you might do “out there”. You Read more

  • A Greenwood Cemetery Story

    “When Tibor died, the world came to an end. And the world did not come to an end. That is something you learn.”    -Maira Kalman The air does not feel the same at a cemetery as it does at a park or other green space. Whether you have a somber purpose to be there or Read more

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